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Thursday, April 4, 2013

i love knitting

I love
knitting.

I love
finally being able to pick up my needles at the end of the day and go
into the zone. After finishing taxes and chores and daily what- have-
you, I look at the piece that's progressing and think about how the
gradation is almost into the next color, the stitches are beginning
to look more like a pattern, And as I knit each row I am Imagining,
imagining, imagining..the next piece. The piece before, The piece
after. It sends me into a daydream of thinking who I will give this
to, How happy they will be, And the giving of it, the sharing of it,
and more and more and more.

How I
will dye the next gradient yarn. How I might write up the pattern,
the layout of the page;the model; the background.

On a
deeper level I am feeling the happiness in the eyes of my mom, who
has passed away some 35 years ago, as she would smile about this
knitting I am doing and want to knit one ;would appreciate the color,
the handfeel of the yarn, And her mother, my grandmother, who would
tease us and bring out her ecru perle cotton crochet that she
masterfully performed using such unimaginably fine crochet hooks,
that you could not even see the hook. And with such arthritic hands
that didn't care,

So, its
not about the thing itself, or the package or the idea, its the doing
of it which has such soul.

2 comments:

alida i love this. i feel the same way as my hands sprinkle dirt under a plant i'm placing in the earth. it's as if they are our mother's own hands, it brings me such grounding and joy, as i imagine all the eyes that will delight in seeing the flowers that will bloom. martha

alida, i love this. it reminds me of how i feel as i sprinkle dirt underneath a plant i am placing in the ground--i seem to see our mother's own hands at work. it gives me such grounding and joy. i too like to imagine the joy in the eyes of those who will see the flowers that will bloom-- martha